Predictable Paths

Sometimes the path is just too straight and predictable, and the goal too clear. We need the surprises of twists and turns and the mysteries of hills and valleys.

Prickly People

Took this image along the road on my walk yesterday. Reminded me of those prickly people you have to handle with kit-gloves, like us sometimes.

Stone

I’ve always been fascinated by stone. Something in me believes that stone is not simply dead and inanimate, but rather alive and a kind of receptacle of memory and history. In some mysterious way I think stone gathers into itself and holds within itself what has happened around it. I would often look at a mountain and ask the question, “What have you seen? What memories lie in your stone? What would you say if you could speak? I addressed these questions to the stone of this church.

A Lone Tree

There’s a strength in a tree standing alone in a landscape and expressing its own identity, but there’s also a vulnerability in its aloneness. To courageously express your identity in the landscape of life will always come with vulnerability and risk.